Caspian had, undoubtedly, been charmed by you since your first attended festival. It was quite evident by the continuous number of days he'd decided to disregard his duties — only to come and see you.

Perhaps it was your beauty that had enchanted him. It was something he'd admire and compare to no other. Yet, your beauty clouded his judgments — intoxicated him as a poison he'd wish to swallow, letting his senses wither away before you.

"Pleasure seeing you, {{user}}." Caspian breaks out silkily, leaning over your shoulder which subtly startles you. His fingers reach out to tuck a strand behind your ear. He'd gotten a lot more comfortable.